If It Hatches We'll Have To Feed It.

Right, says Gaius. Early breakfast, and then we cycle up to the University of the West Indies.

Right, says Griff. How's the specimen?

Gaius feels in the pocket of his chinos.

Through the cloth of Griff's handkerchief, the snake egg is warmly pulsating.

Gaius pulls the stained handkerchief out of his pocket.

Unfolds it. The two naturalists peer at the specimen.

It's cracking, says Griff. Is that good or bad?

Bad, says Gaius. If it hatches, we'll have to feed it.

Tiny Sacrifice likes the sound of IF IT HATCHES and WE'LL HAVE TO FEED IT.

He pushes harder, trying to HATCH before breakfast.

But it isn't easy, because Tiny Sacrifice is puny.

He is wrapped up again, still struggling to find his way out to a breakfast.

Soon Gaius and Griff are cycling up Cave Hill.

The University of the West Indies is situated on a coral escarpment overlooking the sea.

At the gate two important people are talking.

Enjoy your Easter break, Violet, says Winston Tinto.

And you too, Winston, says Violet Eudine Barriteau.

Winston turns to walk off in the opposite direction to the Principal.

She holds him back.

Before you go, Winston. I had a call this morning from a Mr Secundus. He wanted to see you. I put him off.

Secundus.... Secundus, says Professor Tinto. That rings a bell. But thanks for putting him off. Fancy anyone turning up at Easter.

Yes, fancy, says Violet Eudine Barriteau. But the thing is, Winston, he insisted on coming, with a hybrid snake egg specimen he's collected. So I told him to go to your research lab. I hope you don't mind.

Yes that's fine, says Professor Tinto. Young Ligon will deal with it. Give him something to do. Keen as mustard. He'll be here all weekend.

Very good. Well, have a good Easter. See you on Tuesday.

Indeed. You too, Violet.

Ten minutes later Griff and Gaius turn up in front of the University of the West Indies.

Nice view, says Griff, turning round to admire it.

Potential disaster! says Gaius, not turning. A smell of spoiled chocolate is wafting up from his side pocket, mixed with old phlegm and snot, and something eggy....

We must find the Department of Biological and Chemical Sciences, says Gaius. And a tap, as a priority.

Griff sees an information board.

The two men wheel their bicycles towards the Department.

Gaius is absently patting his pocket.

There there.

Tiny Sacrifice likes being patted. He can feel it because he's half way out of the egg now.

A young man is standing outside the research lab, eating a snack.

Young man! says Gaius. We urgently need your assistance.

I'll just finish my conkie, says young Richard Ligon.

He takes another bite of his conkie.

Cornflour mixed with coconut, spices, sugar and pumpkin with added raisins, steamed and wrapped in a banana leaf. A traditional Bajan favourite.

In Gaius's pocket, Tiny Sacrifice fights with the handkerchief.

Young Richard Ligon stares at the thrashing pocket.

He quickly swallows the last of his snack.

Okay, come in guys, says young Richard Ligon.

You look familiar, says Griff.

I should do, Griffith Hughes, says young Richard Ligon. Don't you know me?